April 12, 2017
The short, car-passable section of Jalan Kajeng.
Resurfacing the path
About ten minutes walk down Jalan Kajeng the narrow street turns into a path.
No cars, just scooters and foot traffic. It is where you see these fellows who were hired by the
local property owners to resurface the much-used path. Their paving technique is to pour fresh cement
on top of the existing crumbly path.
Path to Orange Marmelade cafe
A short walk off of Jalan Kajeng is a cooking school and the charming Orange Marmelade cafe.
I packed light for Bali.
A checked suitcase for largely-synthetic clothes. A raincoat. Sandals.
A carry on for toiletries and electronics.
The only thing I missed was a large empty bag to carry purchases home. I would have also missed packing an umbrella
but every place I stayed supplied large umbrellas.
I bought another bag in Ubud. I thought it flimsy but I decided to gamble it would survive one trip. It did.
I quickly filled it with wooden masks and a big wooden bird. I should have got a bigger bag, I would have bought more. The masks, coconut sized, came from a charming Timor couple who own a store-full of temptations.
The bird came from another store, one with an equally friendly and talkative saleswoman. The bird came disassembled. Assembled it's pretty big. It's yet to find a home.
I hand laundered my clothes every night and then dried them under a ceiling fan
which solves the clothes drying problem.
Bali is very humid so you can't assume stuff will dry overnight. But under a fan they do.
Outside in the shade it takes longer.
In a bathroom with a leaky ceiling
it takes much longer.
As to footwear most wear flip flops.
Not me. It's hard to not trip on a sidewalk.
They've missing tiles, unexpected steps, and the occasional deep hole that I guarantee will injure you if you don't
That said, the sidewalks are better than those in Buenos Aires.